Note: This has nothing to do with the 5th or 6th HP books and important charries die. hence the name fan FICTION. Danka. Oh. Rated R for violence, language .
Chapter the First.
Lord Voldemort sat on a very plush chair, his long pale fingers holding a Sneakascope. It was whistling madly. He smiled a bit, knowing that he would be killing soon. Soon, Doris McClaran stumbled in, her face red, here eyes brimmed with tears. She got on her knees, now sobbing. The Dark Lord loved the sound of a Death Eater sobbing at his feet and a Sneakascope whistling simultaneously. He smiled again, his tongue licking his dry lips as he grasped his wand. A smooth, dark voice emanated from the pale face, his mouth barely opening to speak. "Doris, Doris , Doris...what EVER are we going to do to you? After all, the Sneakscope never lies." Amid sobs, she managed to say "My Lord....I am deeply sorry...forgive...me..." She bowed down low, tears streaming down her face. He looked down at her, beginning to get up from his chair. "What have you done now, Doris? Surely, one of my faithful Death Eaters would not tell an Auror of my plans?" He leaned down, his flat nose almost touching hers "Or would she?" She looked up at him, knowing she was going to die. "M-My Lord...Forgive me..." Voldemort sighed, standing again. "No, No. I'm afraid I can't do that, Doris." He paced around her, impatient to kill. Oh, how he loved the look on someone's face as they knew they were going to die. "Action must be taken...to prevent this from EVER happening again." He took out his wand, still smiling. "For now, I must change my ever-so-clever plans." He smiled again, his wand pointing at her "Crucio." She wailed in pain. Her eyes were shut tightly, her face contorted in pain....pain like she had never felt before. She could've sworn she felt her face ripped apart, blood streaming down her face. Her skin was burning....she returned to consciousness again as Voldemort raised his wand. "Now, Doris. I am afraid you'll never get revenge, but, you should know better than to tell an Auror." He sighed, his wand pointing at her yet again. A flash of green light lit up the room. Doris McClaran's limp body was on the floor, face down. He turned away from her, the Sneakascope silent again. "WORMTAIL!" Peter Pettigrew slowly entered the room, shaking, afraid that Voldemort was in a bad mood. He was. "Y-Yes, my Lord?" Voldemort sneered, his red, cat-like eyes reduced to slits. "There is a change in plans." He thought madly, his brilliant mind formulating a plan. "September 1st. King's Cross Station. We attack. Harry Potter will be dead." He smiled again. Wormtail wasn't shaking anymore. He stood to full height "I shall spread the word, my Lord." He left, as Voldemort leaned back in his chair, Doris McClaran's body burning at his feet.
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Caradoc McClaran bought his books and other supplies for his 7th year slowly, not wanting to return to the Hell that was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After the...hijinks of his previous year, being cut from the Quidditch team, losing a collective 150 points for Ravenclaw, and Harry Potter once again saving the day, he was tired of it. He bought his books, quills, et.al., and headed towards Gringotts again, forgetting his money for a new cauldron. As he rode the cart down to his vault, vault 388, he thought of his only reason for returning. Amber, his love, his hope. He had thought that they would be Aurors together. He had made the marks for it, and certainly wasn't afraid to stand up to Death Eaters, his scars showed that. The left side of Caradoc's face was completely scarred, for after Doris McClaran had killed his father when he was just 3 years old. She had pointed her wand at him, a narrowly missed aging spell coming from her lips. He had a white patch of hair, as a direct result of the spell. After that, she had done a spell similar to Diffindo, except made for flesh, which gave him his scarred face, leaving him with no feeling on the left side of his face. Just as she was about to kill him, Nymphadora Tonks walked in, Stunning her. Doris McClaran escaped, for she was a unlicensed Anigamus, turning into a raven. He was jolted from his reminiscing as the cart stopped. He walked into his vault, piled high with Galleons. He stuffed his pockets. Many had wondered how he had received such a fortune. He wouldn't tell, for both his parents had been famous Aurors, until his mother had become a Death Eater....he shook his head not wanting to remember any more. Back in Diagon Alley, he bought his cauldron, and walked dreamily towards King's Cross Station, from where he would be taken to his version of Hell. At 10 o'clock sharp, of course. He trudged slowly through the station, not noticing the many black-robed figures around him. He got a chill up his spine, but ignored it.
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Harry Potter, as usual, had his usual entourage surrounding him. Tonks, Moody, and Lupin. He sighed, not wanting to attract attention to himself. Tonks saw Caradoc, and hugged him tightly. She had always liked him, for he had a good sense of humour, and a good soul. She smiled, then returned to her duties as guardian of Harry. Moody growled slightly, his magical eyeball swiveling, eyeing the black-cloaked people surrounding them. "Something's not right here...I can see it...." Tonks cocked her head "What is it, Alastor?" A smooth, dark voice came from a corner, his wand pointed directly at Moody. The being's red, cat-like eyes were visible through the shadow of the cloak's hood. He quietly muttered "Accio eyeball." Moody's eyeball popped out of its socket zooming through the throngs of Hogwarts students and Muggles alike. The eyeball was caught by a pale hand, with extremely long fingers. Voldemort crushed the magic eye with surprising strength, dust falling through his fingers. He turned to another robed figure beside him. He hissed "Now." Wormtail raised his wand, shouting "MORSMORDE!" The huge Dark Mark formed above his head as the cloaked figures took off their hoods, and exposed their wands. pointing it at random Muggles, witches, and wizards. After what seemed like minutes of silence, a collective cry of "AVADA KEDAVARA!" emanated through the station, blinding everyone for a few moments with a green light....
To Be Continued....
Chapter the First.
Lord Voldemort sat on a very plush chair, his long pale fingers holding a Sneakascope. It was whistling madly. He smiled a bit, knowing that he would be killing soon. Soon, Doris McClaran stumbled in, her face red, here eyes brimmed with tears. She got on her knees, now sobbing. The Dark Lord loved the sound of a Death Eater sobbing at his feet and a Sneakascope whistling simultaneously. He smiled again, his tongue licking his dry lips as he grasped his wand. A smooth, dark voice emanated from the pale face, his mouth barely opening to speak. "Doris, Doris , Doris...what EVER are we going to do to you? After all, the Sneakscope never lies." Amid sobs, she managed to say "My Lord....I am deeply sorry...forgive...me..." She bowed down low, tears streaming down her face. He looked down at her, beginning to get up from his chair. "What have you done now, Doris? Surely, one of my faithful Death Eaters would not tell an Auror of my plans?" He leaned down, his flat nose almost touching hers "Or would she?" She looked up at him, knowing she was going to die. "M-My Lord...Forgive me..." Voldemort sighed, standing again. "No, No. I'm afraid I can't do that, Doris." He paced around her, impatient to kill. Oh, how he loved the look on someone's face as they knew they were going to die. "Action must be taken...to prevent this from EVER happening again." He took out his wand, still smiling. "For now, I must change my ever-so-clever plans." He smiled again, his wand pointing at her "Crucio." She wailed in pain. Her eyes were shut tightly, her face contorted in pain....pain like she had never felt before. She could've sworn she felt her face ripped apart, blood streaming down her face. Her skin was burning....she returned to consciousness again as Voldemort raised his wand. "Now, Doris. I am afraid you'll never get revenge, but, you should know better than to tell an Auror." He sighed, his wand pointing at her yet again. A flash of green light lit up the room. Doris McClaran's limp body was on the floor, face down. He turned away from her, the Sneakascope silent again. "WORMTAIL!" Peter Pettigrew slowly entered the room, shaking, afraid that Voldemort was in a bad mood. He was. "Y-Yes, my Lord?" Voldemort sneered, his red, cat-like eyes reduced to slits. "There is a change in plans." He thought madly, his brilliant mind formulating a plan. "September 1st. King's Cross Station. We attack. Harry Potter will be dead." He smiled again. Wormtail wasn't shaking anymore. He stood to full height "I shall spread the word, my Lord." He left, as Voldemort leaned back in his chair, Doris McClaran's body burning at his feet.
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Caradoc McClaran bought his books and other supplies for his 7th year slowly, not wanting to return to the Hell that was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After the...hijinks of his previous year, being cut from the Quidditch team, losing a collective 150 points for Ravenclaw, and Harry Potter once again saving the day, he was tired of it. He bought his books, quills, et.al., and headed towards Gringotts again, forgetting his money for a new cauldron. As he rode the cart down to his vault, vault 388, he thought of his only reason for returning. Amber, his love, his hope. He had thought that they would be Aurors together. He had made the marks for it, and certainly wasn't afraid to stand up to Death Eaters, his scars showed that. The left side of Caradoc's face was completely scarred, for after Doris McClaran had killed his father when he was just 3 years old. She had pointed her wand at him, a narrowly missed aging spell coming from her lips. He had a white patch of hair, as a direct result of the spell. After that, she had done a spell similar to Diffindo, except made for flesh, which gave him his scarred face, leaving him with no feeling on the left side of his face. Just as she was about to kill him, Nymphadora Tonks walked in, Stunning her. Doris McClaran escaped, for she was a unlicensed Anigamus, turning into a raven. He was jolted from his reminiscing as the cart stopped. He walked into his vault, piled high with Galleons. He stuffed his pockets. Many had wondered how he had received such a fortune. He wouldn't tell, for both his parents had been famous Aurors, until his mother had become a Death Eater....he shook his head not wanting to remember any more. Back in Diagon Alley, he bought his cauldron, and walked dreamily towards King's Cross Station, from where he would be taken to his version of Hell. At 10 o'clock sharp, of course. He trudged slowly through the station, not noticing the many black-robed figures around him. He got a chill up his spine, but ignored it.
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Harry Potter, as usual, had his usual entourage surrounding him. Tonks, Moody, and Lupin. He sighed, not wanting to attract attention to himself. Tonks saw Caradoc, and hugged him tightly. She had always liked him, for he had a good sense of humour, and a good soul. She smiled, then returned to her duties as guardian of Harry. Moody growled slightly, his magical eyeball swiveling, eyeing the black-cloaked people surrounding them. "Something's not right here...I can see it...." Tonks cocked her head "What is it, Alastor?" A smooth, dark voice came from a corner, his wand pointed directly at Moody. The being's red, cat-like eyes were visible through the shadow of the cloak's hood. He quietly muttered "Accio eyeball." Moody's eyeball popped out of its socket zooming through the throngs of Hogwarts students and Muggles alike. The eyeball was caught by a pale hand, with extremely long fingers. Voldemort crushed the magic eye with surprising strength, dust falling through his fingers. He turned to another robed figure beside him. He hissed "Now." Wormtail raised his wand, shouting "MORSMORDE!" The huge Dark Mark formed above his head as the cloaked figures took off their hoods, and exposed their wands. pointing it at random Muggles, witches, and wizards. After what seemed like minutes of silence, a collective cry of "AVADA KEDAVARA!" emanated through the station, blinding everyone for a few moments with a green light....
To Be Continued....